There seems to be no death so intensely painful as that of a mothers child. It is never okay. One thing my Aunt has expressed about her precious son Jimmy that she lost through drowing some thirty five years ago at the age of three was that she needed to talk about it. No one ever brought it up, no one was comfortable talking about it. It seemed as if no one cared and nobody understood her pain.

I have recently met a mom overwhelmed by sorrow at the loss of her beautiful son in January this year, Alison Starbuck. She has found blogging to be a good outlet and has even met others who have had the same awful experience. These truly are the only people who will ever understand the depth of her grief.